Blake Morrison (blake_mb) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-08-26 12:24:00 |
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Stiching Gwen Up
Who:Blake and Gwen
Where: Blake’s bedroom
When: Backdated to Wednesday, August 18th
Note: Some time after this scene.
Blake had spent the better part of the last few days getting her school supplies ready for the new year. Sigh. But! That was boooring (and yes, that was the tone she took to it. In fact, she whined cutely every time she attempted to do anything constructive), and she decided to have a break. She popped on the radio to one of the local metal stations and pulled one of her numerous sketch-pad's into her lap, still semi-working on a comic book idea of hers.
Knock-knock-knock. Yes, that was Gwen, who'd climbed up the side of the house and was quietly tapping at the window. Hey, werewolf or not, Gwen doubted Georgina really wanted Blake's girlfriend to be visiting like this.
"Bee? Open up? I miss you. And I'm kinda bleeding..."
Now, Blake would have dropped what she was doing regardless of why Gwen had visited, but bleeding? She was opening the window in a flash, her nostrils flaring as she took in a familiar coppery smell. "What happened? Are you okay?" She gingerly set her hands under Gwen's armpits and helped her inside.
"Heh. Funny story there. I got to have a pure bad-ass moment. Woulda totally made you wet." Gwen laughed, slowly peeling her tee-shirt off, finally looking at the small wound, right to the side of her left breast. "Helped defend this innocent girl from a three-pronged vamp attack. Helped some crazy!bitch slayer kill the third one by holding him from behind and telling her to stake him. Which kinda made me get mildly stabbed."
"Mildly?!" Blake repeated in a high pitched squeak, eyes bugging out a little. She took Gwen's hand and led her to the bed, plopping her on it while she got some antiseptic cream and a bandage. "I know you heal super fast and all that crap, but she could have NOT stabbed you," she whined.
"Oh shush up and stitch me, gorgeous." Gwen said with a shaky laugh. "Admit it: Hero!Gwen is way hot." She could afford to joke: while the wound was still bleeding and hurt like a bitch, it wasn't TOO bad, and her slayer healing was working on it already.
"Stitches, right," Blake muttered as she started cleaning the wound. "If I'd been there, I would have thought it WAS hot." But she hadn't been there, and despite the fact that the wound wasn't severe, she was still somewhat panicked. She found an old needle, sterilized it, and found some thread before getting to work.
"D'awww, look at my little Scrappy Doo, all worried. It's kinda cute. And by 'kinda cute' I mean 'I wanna do you'. You know, just in case you hadn't figured that part out." So Gwen got a bit chatty when nervous and/or in pain. What of it? "School starts, what, tomorrow? I'm outta the loop here."
Remarkably, Blake was actually good at stitching. She'd helped Bastian with her studies. Sure, they used stuffed animals at the time, but it wasn't something you forgot easily. She smirked and tied off the stitching, before placing a bandage over the wound. Granted, she'd probably have to take them out tomorrow, but still... "Couple days," she murmured, butting her forehead against Gwen's.
"Is it wrong that the idea of you as still technically a schoolgirl kinda turns me on?" Gwen asked, raising an eyebrow cutely as Blake put her forehead to her own. "Thanks for helpin' me out here. And I actually come bearing good news. Remember my friend Cassie? Cute little blonde that owns Shooting Star Comics back in LA? She wants to help us open our place if we'll use the same name. She wants to try makin' her place a franchise."
Blake cleaned up after herself, putting everything back where she'd found it before pushing Gwen further down the bed and straddling her lap, joining her hands behind Gwen's neck. "Just wait 'til you see me in the schoolgirl outfit," she teased with a cheeky little grin. "And that's a good idea," she nibbled her lip thoughtfully, "but I kinda want something that's just ours, y'know?"
"Ooo. All independent. That's so hot..." Gwen laughed with a blush. "Tell you what then. You find the courage to ask Neely for a small loan to get us started, and I'll start thinking of a name and start calling my contacts. I know people who can get us gooood deals on merch we're gonna want to stock." Holy... Was Gwen talking maturely? About working? Better not let things get TOO outta hand here. "And we gotta have an area somewhere that I can drag you for quickies when we're not busy."
"Well yeah. That's a given," Blake purred, wriggling in Gwen's lap a little, still coming down from her initial shock of seeing the Slayer. "And I'll call Neely later in the week. Promise." She crossed an 'X' over her heart and everything.
"I had a weiiiird day, baby." Gwen sighed, sweetly having one of those 'winding down from work' talks with the woman she loved. "Ran into that nutty slayer again that I told you about. The 'Grr, I'm all alone and like it that way' chick. Turns out the chickie I saved was her bestie or somethin'. I got her to agree to give the Council a shot, but she's still not big on the idea of havin' a watcher." Gwen sighed, loving being the leader but still finding it stressful. "I wanna intro her to Wes' gal Narcissa. If THAT crazy bitch aint made for Gypsie, I dunno who IS."
Blake giggled, finding herself impressed by how gung-ho Gwen seemed about non-sex related things lately. "I'm sure it'll all work out. You'll see."
"If your Nana and Wesley will agree to it..." Gwen started, hoping Blake would like the idea, "I want you to work with us. I liked the teamwork we had together, and I want us to keep fighting together."
"Hopefully Georgina and Wesley won't mind," Blake murmured, silently agreeing. She could see it being a problem, not just from the 'parents', but also... for themselves. Gwen had already exhibited a blind-spot when it came to fighting alongside Blake, after all. And if the situation were reversed, Blake would have done the same thing. That... might be problematic down the line.
"So maybe I'm just sick, but this whole you-stitchin-me up thing is kinda hot." Gwen waggled her brows then, grinning wildly. "Think yer Nana would care if I stayed the night?"
Blake snorted with laughter then. "I think she'd be more pissed if we woke her up," she pointed out, since yeah, it was kinda late. "And we're not very good at the 'quiet' thing. That, and I'm not big on gags, just so's you know."
"I'm kinda certain I could find exciting ways to shut each other up..." So she was still worked-up, post-slay. So what? "And you're just lookin' dee-lish. So whatcha drawin', anyway?"
"Oh really now?" Blake smirked, before glancing over at her sketchpad. "Oh. Nothing worth mentioning," she shrugged, before explaining: "it's in its preliminary stages."
"Anything my girl does is worth mentioning." Gwen retorted. "So show me. Please?" She asked with a cute grin, slapping the girl on the side of the ass.
Blake squeaked and then covered a hand over her mouth to try to stifle the sound. "Fine," she grumbled, before reaching over to grab the pad, showing the blonde a rough for sketches of a new female superhero, who looked remarkably like Gwen, only in Marvel form.
"Ohmahgawd." Gwen gasped, grinning like a nut. "That is the coolest, sweetest, most awesome thing..." She suddenly gave the werewolf a long, passionate kiss, trying to speak only after finally breaking it. "I love you SO much..."
"Love you too," Blake murmured, whimpering a little after the lip-lock. "It's not done yet, though," she added, since she was always a perfectionist when it came to her art.
"So... Tell me what's going on up here?" Gwen asked, tapping cutely on Blake's forehead. "You look like ya got somethin' on yer mind."
"I do?" Blake blinked her big doe-like eyes at the blonde.
"Yep. Of course, I might just be a crazy bitch..." The blonde snorted, nuzzling into the other girl with a smile. "But if so? At least I'm a crazy bitch who loves you."
"Well, at least there's THAT," Blake giggled, being the cheeky little thing that she was.
"Hey, at least crazy bitches are better in bed..." Was Gwen's big argument. Sigh. "So... I'm your superhero?"
Blake nodded emphatically to the first part. "Yeah. I guess you are," she said to the second.
"That's really flattering. Never been someone's hero before..." Gwen said with a cute whimper, nuzzling into her again. "You really think I got what it takes to lead this thing, Bee?"
"Yeah," Blake murmured, before brushing the hair off of Gwen's forehead. "I do. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for. Especially up here," she added, tapping a finger to Gwen's temple.
Gwen had been called a lot of things by a lot of people. Smart? Had never been one of them. "I dunno if I should be flattered and kiss every inch of your body or call you delusional..."
Blake rolled her eyes and giggled, "Let's go with the first one."
"Had a dream about us last night..." Gwen murmured, sweetly kissing along Blake's jawline. "And it wasn't even a dirty one for once."
"Oh really?" Blake murmured, her eyes fluttering closed at the little affections. "And what was it about, prey tell?"
"It was years from now, and we were a big family. Me and you, Wes and Cissa, Neely and Chelle, Bastian and Meeghan... We all were just enjoying life and loving each other." Gwen sighed, hoping such a thing was possible for her. "It was nice."
"It sounds nice," Blake replied, rubbing her hands soothingly along Gwen's neck, as if she could sense her thoughts. "Maybe one day."
"Yeah." Gwen agreed, sadly unable to really believe it though. "So anyway. I never got to tell you: you? As a wolf? Cutest. Thing. EVER."
"Oh God," Blake laughed, a faint blush to her cheeks. "Let's just say that you put me in a good mood, hmm?"
"Ohmygod. Seriously, Bee. The waggin' tail, the lil' bark, the fuuuur..." Gwen giggled and hugged her again. "I just wanted to cuddle the hell outta ya."
Blake giggled and buried her nose into Gwen's neck, taking in her scent. "Well, like I said: Good mood. Wait 'til I'm in a bad one, I'm all rabid and 'grr'."
"So... am I gonna be your prom date this year, hmmm?" Gwen asked with a silly grin. "Cuz you in a prom dress is kinda making me squeal inside."
"I dunno. It's between you and Brad Pitt," Blake replied with a cheeky grin, before dragging her fingers through Gwen's hair. "He hasn't called, though, so you're still in with a chance. As for dresses, I really don't have anything in mind."
"Well. If he DOES call, I'm whoopin' his ASS. Yer mine." Possessive much? Not our Gwen. "So... Wanna get nekkid?"
Blake chuckled and nibbled lightly on Gwen’s earlobe, before murmuring: "Remember to keep quiet, hm?"
"I think I can do that. I hope." Gwen snickered, slipping her bra off and laying back...